| Let’s be honest
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| I wake up in the morning get shit jumping
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| She gon' get that D with my thumb in
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| No Benihana just top ramen
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| I feel like King Tutankhamun
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| Uh, pay your homage
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| Bobby Ray the shaman
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| Namaste, or something conscious, I promise
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| Saw this day was coming
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| Like a plague or something
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| Hundred nations form a summit
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| Congress, no hesitation coming
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| Try to take it from me
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| Terminator style I’m dumping
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| Dumping, clip gon' kick back like Liu Kang
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| Or fucking Johnny Cage
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| Them hollows graze your stomach
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| Vomit, everyday or something
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| Some grenade or something
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| Someone say that someones bombing the gunman
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| Propagate and conflicts sway the moral compass
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| You debate on who done done it
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| Converse, I’ma stay a slum
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| It’s still segregated proms in the state I’m from
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| And they still gon' bang you up for an ashtray of crumbs
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| If a cop could pop you, no indictment
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| It’s obvious the justice system pretty biased
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| Take your right away like arthritis
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| The eye of the all seeing iris
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| Let’s be honest
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| I wake up in the morning get shit jumping
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| She gon' get that D with my thumb in
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| No Benihana just top ramen
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| I feel like King Tutankhamun
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| Like I’m suffering from ego death
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| Need no stress, lean on deck, weed on deck
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| Green thumb, I’m Imhotep
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| They depopulate you with chemo
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| They’ll steal your breath, beast mode
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| There ain’t no more heroes left
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| Hercules complex all black incognito
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| Like Ne-Yo at Emo Fest, flip like aikido
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| Arm the torpedo, I’m armed and I’m reloaded
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| Three piece tuxedo, I bomb like a G though
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| Bondage just like a slave or something
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| That can’t awaken from it
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| We ain’t got a thing in common, you common
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| Minus the sense, keep your eyes on your rent
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| And them commas modern economics consumption
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| Summon critics in my comments
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| A conference of conversations and assumptions, it’s constant
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| Pill’s too big to ever stomach, you astonished
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| I never claimed I’m Nostradamus
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| The publics intuition mixed with my opinion’s just more confirmation on the
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| subject, don’t want it
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| Pull your card, I’ll pull no punches
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| A monkey wrench in a dysfunction now |